I am 100% opposed to SOPA and PIPA, even though I’m one of the artists they were allegedly written to protect. I’ve probably lost a few hundred dollars in my life to what the MPAA and RIAA define as piracy, and that sucks, but that doesn’t come close to how much money I’ve lost from a certain studio’s creative accounting.
The RIAA and MPAA are, again, on the wrong side of history. Attempting to tear apart one of the single greatest communications achievements in human history in a misguided attempt to cling to an outdated business model instead of adapting to the changing world is a fucking crime.
A free and open Internet is as important to me as the bill of rights. I don’t want the government of one country — especially the corporate-controlled United States government — to exert unilateral control over the Internet for any reason, especially not because media corporations want to buy legislation that won’t do anything to actually stop online piracy, but will expand the American police state, and destroy the Internet as we know it.
Please contact your Senators and US Representatives, and tell them to vote NO on SOPA and ProtectIP. The future of the Internet — and the present we take for granted — depend on it.
Today is Wil Wheaton’s birthday.
I once had dinner with Wil Wheaton*. Indian food. In LA. I sat across from him and I don’t think I said a single word.
I just wrote out this big long thing that detailed the entire evening and all of Wil’s jokes and what his smile looks like, how intelligent he is and how insightful, explained what he ate, described his facial hair in great detail, etc. But yeah. I’ll just let you know that it may or may not have been the best night EVER.**
Happy Birthday Wil Wheaton!
*other people were there too. Jamie McKelvie, Chad Michael Ward, Amber Benson, and Adam Busch.
** It was.
Wesley Crusher. The name invokes fear and loathing in all those who know him, and even in those who do not. It stands to reason, then, that whether you know him or not…you fear and loath him.He invades your dreams. You see him when you close your eyes. You are going mad. It is as if there are rats in the walls…scratching, scratching, SCRATCHING at you. Every time you watch him on Star Trek the Next Generation. That smug smile. That gleeful, awful, way he saves the day every time and knows more about Security than Worf, more about Engineering than Geordi, and less about Baldness than Picard. All while wearing an ORANGE TURTLENECK SWEATER.
It just gets better from there. This is, without a doubt, the single greatest TNG-related thing I have ever seen in my life, online or elsewhere in the universe.